Geoffrey Young and Jack Kimball

Monday, September 30, 2013, 6:30 pm, Dia:Chelsea

Geoffrey Young

Geoffrey Young was born in Los Angeles in 1944, and grew up in San Diego. He moved to Great Barrington, Massachusetts, in 1982, after spending time in California, New Mexico, and France. His small press, The Figures (1975-2005), has published more than 135 books of poetry, art writing, and fiction. His own recent books include All the Anarchy I Want (Lonely Woman, 2013), Dumbstruck (Yawning Abyss, 2013), Get On Your Pony & Ride (Non-Fiction, 2012), and The Riot Act (Bootstrap Editions, 2008). He is also the author of previous works, including Fickle Sonnets (The Figures, 2005), Lights Out (The Figures, 2003), and Cerulean Embankments (Living Batch Books, 1999). He has directed the Geoffrey Young Gallery for the last 22 years, as well as written catalogue essays for numerous artists.

GET ON YOUR PONY AND RIDE

You are under the impression that my poemsInspect the baroque businessOf being in the world (dawn light, textureOf clothes, bare feet on stairs, hand

Skimming a railing), that they assay What it feels like to be awake, to have sexOn the brain, to be sobered by memory, inspiredBy chance, all the while feeding gossip to birds and love

To friends, etc., etc., but if you must know the truthInside each word (like pigeons cooing in belfries)There is a perplexing acceptance Of the fact that we are never free

That even this hand, this eye, this rightTo die, must vanish in the end.

Jack Kimball

Jack Kimball was born in 1954 in Boston. He is an after-language poet and editor of Faux Press, Cambridge, which he founded in 2001. He has taught at Harvard University, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and in Japan. His books of poetry include Post~Twyla (Blue Lion Books, 2006); Manship (Detour, 2001); and Frosted (Potes & Poets Press, 2001). He lives outside Boston.

Where The Fuck Were You

Trulia voices wake me up. It's too embarrassing

pulsing in is the deep mirror a light snow performing butoh.

(Ethical and esthetic boundaries pertain.)

— I don't want any fun or to get to know you ultra-excited to be enthused / am..

web-mincing a response one thinks on the way to

— the oppressor in his plumage (I was up in the house — I saw his softening machine)

how many pounds in a week?

I was hit in the face when he turned on himself. I knew I am unhappy and not —

A toe-tap to signal potential Demon Puffs that you are not occupied, that you are on their side in the I-Be area.

A head with no moving parts, transfixed silhouettes,plight dwellers' outlines — indexes to the gentlevarieties that keep steely details to a minimum.